We are not in super good shape this week, accidentally got really sleep-deprived looking after Guybrush last weekend and worrying about him the week before, and then have had a lot of homework and other things keeping us up, plus stress at work, and caught a bad cold on top of it. Have been trying to push ourselves too hard to do everything, came home today after work a minute ago, went splat and had a meltdown.

Grouchy too because our bank decided to send us a new debit card since we were one of the zillions of people who shopped at Target during the time their data was compromised, but when it got here, for some reason it had our old legal name on it. Called and got them to send a new one, but it hasn't arrived yet and the old one has since been deactivated. Need to be able to go grocery shopping! Luckily have enough food saved up but am getting sick of mac and cheese. :P

This is a highly informative post of Spacerobots going "waaaaaaah" for one minute.

Mostly writing this down to try and get it to sink into our brain more that we need to prioritize rest and recharging for a few days. Although I do need to attempt to get up and make mac and cheese. XP

We're actually doing ok this weekend... spent the night at a friend's house and got good food and sleep, and also got our new debit card in the mail so we can use it now, yay. If there was any interruption to netflix it should be fixed now, billing got screwed up for a few days because of card issues but it is sorted out now.

aw. now we have no excuse to send you a case of tuna and then make a cartoon about it somewhere in the dreaming.

the french cartoons get us through bad back and bad grading times. The bad grading times go something like this: "He came to the counselor with an issue of severe mental drainage."the back is far less painful than the grading.

I suffered through similar tortures when i took English 101. I was so advanced that I got a B because the instructor assumed that I had plagiarized everything. She couldn't prove it so she kept giving me B's.

I showed her my research and notes to no avail. You'd think that at that point she'd realize she was dealing with intelligence rather than fraud, but she was blinded by the color of my skin.